NEW COVER REVEAL: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #Fantasy #TimeTravel #Highlander

MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL

Heroes of Time Travel Anthology Series #1

re-release: July 16, 2016

Approx 32,000 words

Skye Bancroft, assistant art director at a small New York publisher, is used to dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model. After all, it’s part of her job description. But during a photoshoot, she didn’t count on one to become so delusional as to think himself a Highlander from 1814 Scotland.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and in another man’s body. Could this be magic? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task.

Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly as he claims?

Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added

COVER BY CORA GRAPHICS

“You dinna believe me, do ye, Skye?”

Her gaze softened as if indulging a simple child. Pity he did not need or want. His temper boiled hot and furious as he tried to rein his frustrations. No bluidy luck. With a sweep of his arm he sent the platter of food crashing to the floor. The plate smashed to bits. He stood and pounded the table with such force, his glass tipped over. The fizzy drink—soda, she had called it—dripped into a large pool on the floor.

“I am Cailin Thorburn! I dinna understand how I came to be here or what my connection is to the lad or where he is. Do you think I want to be here?” He strode toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her to her feet. “Look into my eyes, lass. Do you see this Roderick you hold in such disdain? Amhairc fhéin cridhe. See my heart.” He snatched her wee hand and laid it on his chest and held it there. “Feel my heart, mo eudail.”

Her lower lip trembled. It was not his intent to scare the sweet lass. “What are you saying?” she gasped. “You spoke that language earlier—”

“’Tis the Gaelic, my mother tongue. I said before you are beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “I called you my darlin’. Look into my eyes. Do ye see Roderick?”

* * *

How could she think straight when he gave her such an intense look? His eyes burned with passionate green fire. He spoke Gaelic or what he claimed was Gaelic. Whatever, it was enough to squeeze her heart and curl her toes. He thought her beautiful? No man had ever said it to her before. Calling her “my darling” caused a few hot tears to cluster in the corner of her eyes. Her emotions were all over the map. So were her confused thoughts.

Blinking back the gathering moisture, she did as he asked and looked deeply into his eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. She’d never claimed to know Roderick all that well anyway. But what did it prove? When Skye stood close to him like this, she could easily believe anything he told her. Anything at all.

This house proved the opposite of what she’d thought Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy and tastefully decorated home with many pictures of family about and numerous books showing a mind that yearned to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat and organized. Snooping in the kitchen, she found the herbs and spices lined up alphabetically in the cupboard. Coupled with his moments of sweetness like the one discussing the brooch, she became more and more convinced she may have misjudged Roderick. And she had been far too quick to judge.

All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to convince her he came from another time and another body? However, the sword had come to life and it had definitely vibrated. Hell, it had hummed. She hadn’t imagined it. When he’d regained consciousness, he was no longer Roderick. A stark reality.

“Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know what’s going on. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick, but I’ve only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t close. When we gripped the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands and hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the small goose egg and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke he was different. He was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. As I said—I need time.”

With a sigh, he clasped her hand and kissed it. “Skye, I have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is enchanted. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “my time here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”

BUY LINKS

Amazon/AmazonUK/AmazonCA/AmazonAU/
Barnes and Noble/KOBO/iTunes/GooglePlay


Book 2 Heroes of Time Travel Anthology Series

TIMELESS HEART

by Karyn Gerrard

KG Publishing

Time Travel/Fantasy/Contemporary

30,432 Words
Release Date: June 9th 2015

Suffering from burnout, elementary school teacher Sandra Cranston is on leave and trying to eliminate stress from her life. That plan is blown when she discovers an abandoned carriage deep in the woods. Inside is a man, Jerrod Ross, who fuels all of her wicked Regency dreams and fantasies. Take him home? Sure, why not?

Jerrod Ross has been ripped from the only world he has ever known—1821 Cornwall, England. A mine owner with many responsibilities, all he wants to do is return to his time. But his growing attraction for the lovely lady who found him makes staying in the future a temptation he finds hard to resist.

Torn between duty and desire, past and future, the hardest thing Sandra and Jerrod will do is admit their feelings. Or say—goodbye.

KOBO/iTUNES/BARNES AND NOBLE/GOOGLEPLAY

Amazon/AmazonUK/Amazon CA/AmazonAU/AmazonDE

Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada, now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. 

 Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual historical and contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must. 

 As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keeps her moving forward.

Karyn's Site/Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest/Amazon Page/Instagram/Newsletter/Bookbub

SPOTLIGHT: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #TimeTravel #Fantasy #HotHighlander

BLURB:

Skye Bancroft, assistant art director at a small New York publisher, is used to dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model. After all, it’s part of her job description. But during a photoshoot, she didn’t count on one to become so delusional as to think himself a Highlander from 1814 Scotland.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and in another man’s body. Could this all be a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task.

Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly as he claims?

Heat Level: Sensual

EXCERPT: “You doona believe me, do ye, Skye?”

Her gaze softened as if indulging a simple child. Pity he did not need or want. His temper boiled hot and furious as he tried to rein his frustrations. No bluidy luck. With a sweep of his arm he sent the platter of food crashing to the floor. The plate smashed to bits. He stood and pounded the table with such force, his glass tipped over. The fizzy drink—soda, she called it—dripped into a large pool on the floor.

“I am Cailin Thorburn! I doona understand how I came to be here or what my connection is to the lad or where he is. Do you think I want to be here?” He strode toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her to her feet. “Look into my eyes, lass. Do you see this Roderick you hold in such disdain? Amhairc fhéin cridhe. See my heart.” He snatched her wee hand and laid it on his chest and held it there. “Feel my heart, mo eudail.”

Her lower lip trembled. It was not his intent to scare the sweet lass. “What are you saying?” she gasped. “You spoke that language earlier….”

“’Tis the Gaelic, my mother’s tongue. I said before you are beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “I called you my darlin’. Look into my eyes. Do ye see Roderick?”

* * *

How could she think straight when he gave her such an intense look? His eyes burned with passionate, green fire. He spoke Gaelic or what he claimed was Gaelic. Whatever, it was enough to squeeze her heart and curl her toes. He thought her beautiful? No man had ever said it to her before. Calling her “my darling” caused a few hot tears to cluster in the corner of her eyes.

Blinking back the gathering moisture, she did as he asked and looked deeply into his eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. She’d never claimed to know Roderick anyway. But what did it prove? When Skye stood close to him like this, she could easily believe anything he told her. Anything at all.

This house proved the opposite of what she’d thought Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy, tastefully decorated home with many pictures of family about and numerous books showing a mind that yearned to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat and organized. Snooping in the kitchen, she found the herbs and spices lined up alphabetically in the cupboard. Coupled with his moments of sweetness like the one discussing the brooch, she became more and more convinced she may have misjudged Roderick.

All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to convince her he came from another time and another body? However, the sword came to life and it definitely vibrated. Hell, it had hummed. She hadn’t imagined it. When he regained consciousness, he was no longer Roderick. A stark reality.

“Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know what’s going on. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick, but I’ve only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t close. When we gripped the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands and hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the small goose egg and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke up, he was different. He was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. I need time.”

With a sigh, he clasped her hand and kissed it. “Skye, I have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is enchanted. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “my time here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”

His emotionally spoken words cut deep. She liked Cailin a lot, with his Scottish burr, searing kisses, and flash of temper. Truth? She would hate to see him go, whether he really came from 1814 or a figment from his own imagination as a result of the bonk on the head.

As if reading her mind, he let go of her hand and glanced at the mess on the floor. “I do have a spark of temper. Forgive my petulance. I will clean this up right away.”

Without thinking, she cupped his whiskered cheek. A husky moan escaped him as he leaned into her touch. Another wave of desire tore through her. “I’ll fix you another plate. I bought plenty.”

Laying his hand over hers, his gaze grew intense and concerned. “Did I scare ye, lass? I dinna mean to frighten you. I feel useless. By the honor of my family and clan, I will earn my keep while I am here. ’Tis grateful I am for your concern and care. You will tell me all about being a model, and I will do my best.”

Skye’s heart banged fiercely against her ribs. Comforting warmth spread through her sparking her nerve endings. She wasn’t falling for him, was she?

BUY LINKS

Amazon/AmazonUK/AmazonCA/AmazonAU/
Barnes and Noble/KOBO/iTunes


Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added

Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada, now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. 

 Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual historicals, particularly in the Victorian era. She also writes contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must. 

 As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keeps her moving forward.

  Karyn's Site/Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest/Amazon Page/Instagram/Newsletter

NOW AVAILABLE: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #TimeTravel #Fantasy Highlander From the Past!

BLURB:

Skye Bancroft, assistant art director at a small New York publisher, is used to dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model. After all, it’s part of her job description. But during a photoshoot, she didn’t count on one to become so delusional as to think himself a Highlander from 1814 Scotland.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and in another man’s body. Could this all be a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task.

Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly as he claims? Heat Level: Sensual

EXCERPT: “You doona believe me, do ye, Skye?”

Her gaze softened as if indulging a simple child. Pity he did not need or want. His temper boiled hot and furious as he tried to rein his frustrations. No bluidy luck. With a sweep of his arm he sent the platter of food crashing to the floor. The plate smashed to bits. He stood and pounded the table with such force, his glass tipped over. The fizzy drink—soda, she called it—dripped into a large pool on the floor.

“I am Cailin Thorburn! I doona understand how I came to be here or what my connection is to the lad or where he is. Do you think I want to be here?” He strode toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her to her feet. “Look into my eyes, lass. Do you see this Roderick you hold in such disdain? Amhairc fhéin cridhe. See my heart.” He snatched her wee hand and laid it on his chest and held it there. “Feel my heart, mo eudail.”

Her lower lip trembled. It was not his intent to scare the sweet lass. “What are you saying?” she gasped. “You spoke that language earlier….”

“’Tis the Gaelic, my mother’s tongue. I said before you are beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “I called you my darlin’. Look into my eyes. Do ye see Roderick?”

* * *

How could she think straight when he gave her such an intense look? His eyes burned with passionate, green fire. He spoke Gaelic or what he claimed was Gaelic. Whatever, it was enough to squeeze her heart and curl her toes. He thought her beautiful? No man had ever said it to her before. Calling her “my darling” caused a few hot tears to cluster in the corner of her eyes.

Blinking back the gathering moisture, she did as he asked and looked deeply into his eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. She’d never claimed to know Roderick anyway. But what did it prove? When Skye stood close to him like this, she could easily believe anything he told her. Anything at all.

This house proved the opposite of what she’d thought Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy, tastefully decorated home with many pictures of family about and numerous books showing a mind that yearned to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat and organized. Snooping in the kitchen, she found the herbs and spices lined up alphabetically in the cupboard. Coupled with his moments of sweetness like the one discussing the brooch, she became more and more convinced she may have misjudged Roderick.

All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to convince her he came from another time and another body? However, the sword came to life and it definitely vibrated. Hell, it had hummed. She hadn’t imagined it. When he regained consciousness, he was no longer Roderick. A stark reality.

“Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know what’s going on. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick, but I’ve only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t close. When we gripped the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands and hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the small goose egg and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke up, he was different. He was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. I need time.”

With a sigh, he clasped her hand and kissed it. “Skye, I have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is enchanted. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “my time here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”

His emotionally spoken words cut deep. She liked Cailin a lot, with his Scottish burr, searing kisses, and flash of temper. Truth? She would hate to see him go, whether he really came from 1814 or a figment from his own imagination as a result of the bonk on the head.

As if reading her mind, he let go of her hand and glanced at the mess on the floor. “I do have a spark of temper. Forgive my petulance. I will clean this up right away.”

Without thinking, she cupped his whiskered cheek. A husky moan escaped him as he leaned into her touch. Another wave of desire tore through her. “I’ll fix you another plate. I bought plenty.”

Laying his hand over hers, his gaze grew intense and concerned. “Did I scare ye, lass? I dinna mean to frighten you. I feel useless. By the honor of my family and clan, I will earn my keep while I am here. ’Tis grateful I am for your concern and care. You will tell me all about being a model, and I will do my best.”

Skye’s heart banged fiercely against her ribs. Comforting warmth spread through her sparking her nerve endings. She wasn’t falling for him, was she?

AVAILABLE AT AMAZON and in KINDLE UNLIMITED

Amazon/AmazonUK/AmazonCA/AmazonAU/

Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added

KARYN GERRARD

Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada, now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. 

 Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual historicals, particularly in the Victorian era. She also writes contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must. 

 As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keeps her moving forward. To learn more about Karyn and her 

books, visit www.karyngerrard.com.

COVER REVEAL: My Highlander Cover Model by @KarynGerrard #ComingSoon #Rerelease #Timetravel Hot Highlander!

My Highlander Cover Model

by Karyn Gerrard

KG Publishing

Time Travel/Fantasy/Contemporary

Approx 27500 words

Blurb: Skye Bancroft, assistant art director at a small New York publisher, is used to dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model. After all, it’s part of her job description. But during a photoshoot, she didn’t count on one to become so delusional as to think himself a Highlander from 1814 Scotland. 

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Could this all be a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task. 

Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly a Highlander from the clan Macbeth, or just a Highlander cover model?

THE SCOOP: This was originally published by Decadent Publishing from April 2013 to April 2016. I now have the rights back. I can now say I never cared for the original cover much, But, time to move on, and I will be revising, re-editing etc and self-publishing this soon. (This cover done by Melody Simmons)

When? No idea. I am taking things slow and I am dealing right now with Mr. Gerrard's health, so that takes top priority. 

Meanwhile, so far, I have added about 5000 words. Also, I no longer write erotic as such, so am dialing back the heat a notch. Or two. And deepening the characterization and romance. 

When I do release it, it will be 99 cents and put in Kindle Unlimited for a time. So stay tuned!

So, what about the first book in this series, My Vampire Cover Model? Sorry, no plans at the moment. It needs too much work and I've kicked it down the queue. May not get to even look at it until later 2017. 

That's if I am even still doing this in 2017. *wink*

Next? The Governess and the Beast. I get the rights back May 1st. Cover on order with Cora Graphics so will reveal it soon.

Have a good weekend~

NEW RELEASE! My Highlander Cover Model fr Decadent Publishing!

It's a day early, but My Highlander Cover Model is already out at a couple of third-party sites!

Get your time-travel, hunky cover model in a kilt, erotic romance fix now!

Blurb:  Skye Bancroft is a hard-working assistant art director at Night Moon Publishers. Dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model is part of her job description. But she didn’t count on one so delusional to think he was a Scotsman from the highlands of 1814.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream—a warrior who is fierce, passionate, and wields a very large sword. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Was it all a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin, the Highland warrior, is a daunting task.

Can an extraordinary man from another world prove he is who he claims to be? Will their attraction be enough, or is Cailin just a cover model in a kilt?

AMAZON:  Get it here
BOOKSTRAND get it here and on sale 25% off until April 12th
ALL ROMANCE:  get it here

Will add more links as they go live!

UPCOMING RELEASE SPOTLIGHT: My Highlander Cover Model

Hey! I have a cover for this one! It has been quite a few months since I signed a contract for this story. I have been told I will be getting edits soon, so sorry, no idea of a release date! Spring? Or not~

Here is the Blurb:
 

Skye Bancroft is a hard-working assistant art director at Night Moon Publishers. Dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model is part of her job description. She did not count on one so delusional to think he was a Scotsman from the highlands of 1814.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream—a highland warrior, who is fierce, passionate and wields a very large sword.  Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Was it all a dream? His convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, he is Cailin, the highland warrior, and not a pampered cover model is a daunting task.

Can an extraordinary man from another world prove he is who he claims? Will their attraction be enough or is Cailin just a highlander cover model?

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story is pure fantasy all the way. A time-traveling highland warrior? Go with it and have fun!
I admit I do love Highlander romance (and Irish Warriors as well) There is something innately honorable about these guys for all their bluster and blatant masculinity. 

Maybe its the kilt, usually accompanied with a muscular bare chest and a verra large sword. :)

Romance hero highlanders are beyond tall and muscular, lustful and passionate. And with the woman they fall in love with, tender, caring and ardent. What's not to like? My hero Cailin is all this and more. I had a lot of fun writing this and admit I kind of fell for Cailin myself.

I will keep you posted on the release date! Coming Soon from DECADENT PUBLISHING!

Update: Rec'd edits! So this puppy may be out sooner than I think!

COVER ART REVEAL! My Highlander Cover Model~

I just received my cover art package for MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL, which means edits can't be too far behind! I assume this will release in early 2013.

This is a time travel/fantasy/erotic romance~ novella  This is pure fantasy all the way, hope you will come along for the ride!

ART by Fantasia Frog Designs

Here is the unofficial blurb:


Skye Bancroft is a hard-working assistant art director at Night Moon Publishers. Dealing with the occasional spoiled and egocentric model is part of her job description. She did not count on one so delusional to think he was a Scotsman from the highlands of 1814.

Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream—a highland warrior, fierce, passionate and wields a very large sword.  Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Was it all a dream? His convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, he is Cailin, the highland warrior, and not a pampered cover model is a daunting task.

Can an extraordinary man from another world prove he is who he claims? Will their attraction be enough or is Cailin just a highlander cover model?

 

 

COVER ART REVEAL! That Christmas Feeling fr. Evernight Publishing

Here is the cover art for THAT CHRISTMAS FEELING! Coming from Evernight Publishing in December. Will anounce when I have a firm date.

Also note: This is a re-issue, re-release, whatever its called of CHRISTMAS MEMORIES which was published last December. So if you have already read that, no need to check this out. Nothing was changed, story wise.



Its been a stressful couple of weeks, but I am moving forward. Doing edits for THE BLIND CUPID (also coming in December from Decadent Pub) and I will be able to reveal MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL cover art real soon. I LOVE it!

On a side note, I just had my best quarter—ever. I am stunned. Thank you to everyone who bought my books.

Cheers, have a good weekend~